We’ve all had that burst of optimism that tomorrow—yes, tomorrow! —will be the day we morph into a morning person. We set the alarm for 6:00 AM, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the mere thought of springing out of bed, busting out a workout, blending up a smoothie, and maybe even meditating like some enlightened monk. But when that alarm actually goes off, our grand plan instantly deflates like an overcooked soufflé, and the only thing we feel prepared to lift is a finger…to press snooze.
Ah, the snooze button. It’s a magical portal to “five more minutes,” that somehow feels like a comforting safety net, even though we know it’s more like a placebo than an actual sleep remedy. Yet, we press it, fully committed to this ritual as if we’re rehearsing for the Groundhog Day Olympics. It’s almost a game, really—a rather enjoyable one. But as we sink back into this illusion of “extra” sleep, we’re actually bargaining away precious time, setting ourselves up for that delightful combination of grogginess and regret.